He walked closer to the mirror and stared carefully at the figure and face of the girl in the mirror, his eyes revealing a deeper fascination and intoxication.
Compared to last year, she is one year older.
Eighteen years old, even in her previous life, she was already an adult. This body had accompanied her through many strange and dangerous times in the past year, and it had unknowingly transformed from a bud to a flower.
It has grown a little taller, about three or four centimeters.
The size of my bra has been changed three times. Judging purely from the height proportion, I won’t be much inferior to Xia in another six months.
After more than half a year of dietary supplements, she gradually recovered her health and her physical strength was no longer as weak as before. Her hair, which was a little withered and gray when she first woke up, now looks shiny.
But the biggest change is the face.
The outline of the previous life can still be vaguely seen, but compared to when I first woke up, all the lines have become softer.
When I looked in the mirror for the first time after waking up, I was already amazed by the face I saw, but it was not as shocking as this time.
It's like saying goodbye to the past completely.
Silver-gray eyebrows and eyelashes.
Bright and moist yellow-blue heterochromatic eyes.
The nose is also straight, but smaller and more delicate than Xia's.
And the overly fair and delicate face, and the stubborn cherry lips embedded between the nose and chin.
Paired with that suggestive collar, just looking at it could make her feel a strong desire.
I want to hug the girl in the mirror and take advantage of her stubbornness.
Touching fingers with another self through the mirror, Hitzfeld's eyes widened in disbelief, suspecting that he was hallucinating.
Can one year of development have such a big impact on appearance?
She doesn't believe it.
Of course, there's nothing wrong with becoming prettier... She has already accepted her new identity, so there's no need to be so hung up on it.
But she was...still uneasy.
Something beyond logic.
Things beyond control.
I haven't noticed it until now, is it because I don't like looking in the mirror?
But no one noticed...
He walked to the table, picked up the eye mask, put it on, then stood back in front of the mirror, shaking his head to observe his face.
Sure enough, compared to the stunning look when it was fully revealed, this look is much more restrained.
After taking off the eye mask, she deliberately let her hair down, letting a fringe fall from the left side to cover her eyes - this was the same outfit she had worn to the banquet before, and it wasn't as seductive and exaggerated as her "perfect form".
Now that the case has been solved, I feel a little relieved.
But she was used to getting to the bottom of the truth, and began to wonder what else might have been missed.
The biggest difference from a year ago is that she can control her left eye a little bit.
It can't be the influence of this thing.
Because he absorbed the blood of the goddess, his face became more and more like the goddess...
Oh, I really have wild imaginations.
As she thought about it, she blushed a little.
Because she remembered that at the banquet before being interrupted by Princess Vona, Xia seemed to have... seen the entire face because of the way she raised her head.
Xia swore to me that she had no interest in Princess Vona.
I thought she was just talking, but now it seems that she might be...
Having lived two lives, this was the first time Hitzfeld was used as a comparison object, and he had mixed feelings.
It's a very strange feeling indeed.
It's completely different from the reasoning that can be traced.
But it makes no sense.
For no reason.
It always makes her feel flustered.
Don't take off your eye patch casually anymore.
She made up her mind.
When I looked up at the banquet, my hair should not have fallen down completely. Maybe... maybe there was still some room left.
In his self-deceiving reverie, Hitzfeld raised his head again and looked at the other self in the mirror.
The slightly rippling blue eyes vaguely revealed a sense of sadness.
I really don't reject the idea of having that kind of relationship with Xia.
But my eyes.
My body changes.
Including why I came to this world.
If all this is not thoroughly investigated and the hidden dangers are completely eliminated, if something happens to me one day...
Looking back at the sleeping woman, Hitzfeld gradually pursed his lips.
Ok.
Since this is a relationship that arose from an accident.
Since I am the instigator, I have to take responsibility.
"Aisun...?"
Xia Yibing opened her eyes drowsily, half sat up, took out her pocket watch and took a look.
"broken."
Seeing that the pointer was approaching seven o'clock, she jumped out of bed, tidying up her appearance while urging the girl.
"Quickly sort it out."
"What are you sorting?"
"Prince Gaunt—"
Xia Yibing grinned.
"He reminded me before I came here last night and asked me to take you to see him this morning."
Chapter 81 True Loyalty
"Good morning, Detective."
"Good morning, your highness."
Being brought to the director's office, Hitzfeld sat down opposite him somewhat stiffly.
Xia Yibing was not considered a guest, so she did not take a seat but stood aside politely.
Prince Gaunt was dressed in a pure black uniform - the kind that black police officers always wear, a bit like a dress uniform - and he sat behind the table with a straight face, looking like he had completely adapted to this position.
"Guess what I want you to do."
"I can't guess, Your Highness." Hitzfeld didn't want to say it. She hadn't figured out Gaunt's temper yet and didn't want to show off.
"Use your talent." The prince still did not let her go, "I've heard many people say that you can do magic. You can tell their secrets when you see them for the first time. I think it's called deduction...? Try it. I'm very curious."
"Then I'll just say it directly." Hitzfeld interlaced his fingers and took a breath, "I guess you want to take me somewhere."
"Huh?" Gaunt's eyes widened in surprise.
He just said it casually and didn't expect that he would be guessed right.
"That's amazing... Can you tell me how you did it?"
"It's simple, because when I first came in, I saw you standing by the window looking at the scenery, your brows sometimes relaxed and sometimes furrowed."
"That's true, but that doesn't mean anything."
"Just combine your actions of looking at the clock repeatedly from just now until now. Because it snowed all night last night, the snow on the road will block traffic. You may be worried that the shuttle bus will not arrive on time."
"Amazing judgment!" Prince Gaunt shook his head in admiration, then questioned, "Are you so sure? Why can't I be waiting for someone?"
"There won't be many people in the whole of Wayne Port who can make you wait anxiously. And from what I know, there hasn't been anything serious recently that could disturb Your Highness. It's more likely that he went out, and that place has extremely strict visiting restrictions."
"Aisun Hitzfeld." Noticing her use of the word 'visit', Prince Gaunt narrowed his eyes. "I almost suspected that you could read my mind, or that someone I trusted betrayed me..."
"That's why I don't want to say too much." Hitzfeld said calmly, and the blue-eyed man did not give in at all when facing the prince.
"We're going to Kevin's jail."
After five or six seconds, Prince Gaunt sat up straight and officially revealed the answer to the mystery.
"Bati has applied to me and he wants to meet you... Considering the great contributions he has made to this system, a meeting is not an excessive request."
That's absolutely correct.
Hitzfeld's lips curled up slightly.
Given the other party's status, there are not many places in Sara that require strict adherence to schedules.
As a prince, when can’t you go somewhere you want?
Sara did not have a parliament, nor did it follow a constitutional system. The status and authority of a prince in a dictatorship system was far beyond what was available in the modern world. Considering Prince Gaunt's military status, the only places with such restrictions were the palace and the prison.
It's not necessarily the royal palace, after all, he lives there himself, so it would be appropriate for her to be summoned by King Sarah VII.
But she felt that this was impossible to achieve in the short term, so the latter option was the only one.
"It's almost time, let's go."
Prince Gaunt stood up and took up his hat.
"No matter if they have arrived or not, let's go up first."
With the prince leading the way, no one can stop Hitzfeld.
Vesta couldn't do it, and Clenamedes even less.
Seeing the latter blocking the door and trying to monitor him, but with a constipated look on his face after seeing Gunter, Hitzfeld felt secretly happy.
The only drawback is that it's too hasty.
She didn't even have time to notify others. The three cult bodyguards, including Darent, should still be sleeping.
"Tell me about it, Esun."
The three of them got in the car together, and Gunter began to call the girl by her name.
"Tell me what your definition of loyalty is."
Is there something wrong with his brain?
Or maybe he went to the White Shadow Palace last night and was given some mission by his father.
Hitzfeld was puzzled because this was clearly a test of her political stance.
"My loyalty is to justice, Your Highness."
Because she couldn't figure out what the other person was thinking, she gave an ambiguous answer.
"So how do you define justice?"
Prince Gaunt continued to ask.
"It's very simple."
After a moment's thought, the girl continued, "Anything that harms the people, the country, or the inheritance of civilization is not justice."
"Inheritance of civilization!" Gunter's eyes lit up.
He hadn't expected much, but he didn't expect her answer to be so brilliant.
